The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Good, very spirited!"

Seth's sudden praise almost made Hayes jump, and Sotha Nul nodded, admiration in his eyes.

"I understand your thoughts, return to your company first."

"Yes, sir!"

Hayes had just saluted when his stomach began to churn uncontrollably. Although the sound was not obvious in this setting, the hearing of an Astartes was enough to capture it.

He immediately blushed and turned to leave, but Sotha Nul beckoned to a nearby attendant.

"Give Lieutenant Hayes two portions of Ant Cow Canned Meat."

Soon, the attendant delivered a box of Ant Cow Canned Meat to Hayes. Hayes hesitated at first, but Sotha Nul then said:

"Don't worry, it has been processed very safely. Just open and eat. The Emperor doesn't lack food for his soldiers, and how could I let you go back hungry."

"Thank you, Lord High Commander!"

Hayes accepted the canned meat and left the command center.

"This person can be used."

Sotha Nul said this to both Bakhram and Arash.

"After the battle here is over, let him go to the Chapter's Advanced Military Officer Academy temporary class for a period of study, and then arrange a new position based on his learning performance."

After dealing with this small interlude, Sotha Nul returned to his daily post, in front of the tactical display.

At this time, the casualty figures for each stronghold had been basically reported. After the Tyranids changed their tactics, using small unit harassment + gas advancement, the casualties of each unit had increased, and once the defense pressure of a stronghold was raised to the limit, the Tyranids would very accurately seize the opportunity to launch a general attack.

In the defense of a total of 9 strongholds, the Astral Knights suffered 31 deaths, the White Templars 17, the Flesh Tearers 9, the Mantis Warriors 8, a total of 65 Astartes deaths, while the number of mortal troop deaths exceeded 120,000. This number does not seem large, but Sotha Nul felt a great pain. These were not just randomly pulled cannon fodder, but elite troops he had spent a lot of time and resources to build, no less than any Imperial Guard. In addition, the loss of weapons was also not small, with 87 aircraft of various models, 376 ground armor, anti-aircraft vehicles and artillery, and more than 1,200 heavy support weapons of various models destroyed, and another 89 combat robots of different models completely destroyed.

As for light weapons and protective gear, it was even impossible to calculate.

These were all things that were taken out of his pocket. Although many Tyranids were also eliminated, Sotha Nul was very clear that this was meaningless.

No, absolutely no, meaning!

As long as biomass can be recovered, the Tyranids do not have so-called losses. In order to prevent the other party from obtaining biomass, the corpses of the dead must be burned as soon as possible.

But even so, Sotha Nul knew that in this exchange ratio, the human side would always be at a loss.

To defeat the Tyranid swarm, the decisive factor is always in space, which is why he invested most of his resources in fleet construction. In fact, there have always been company commanders who vaguely expressed to him that the number of warriors in the legion is recovering too slowly, but Sotha Nul disagrees with this view.

Just like the current situation, what is the use of stuffing forty or fifty thousand Space Marines on the ground?

Can they kill the endless sea of ​​bugs?

Relying on ground warfare to defeat the Tyranids is like trying to eliminate all the fish in the sea with a fishing rod, which is a naive and ignorant idea. Grand infantryism has limitations.

"Now we can be said to be trapped in a lonely city."

After expanding the war zone, it can be seen that Snow Palace is like a solitary island standing in the ocean, but those things that appear like liquid on the display are actually the pervasive poisonous fog.

"The Tyranids have evolved many units that can climb and glide for a short time. The cliffs around the Snow Palace are no longer natural barriers and must be guarded against at all times."

At this time, Seth, Arash, Metellus, Andar and others had gathered around the display. Sotha Nul dragged the "pawns" one by one and deployed them in various defense areas of the Snow Palace. This efficient way of issuing tactical instructions was also borrowed from the Eldar. After all, it would be a waste of time to report a bunch of names every time a deployment was carried out. After the pawns are deployed, they will be directly transmitted to the specific unit through the command center.

"The current task is defense, and the key to defense lies in firepower, personnel and material allocation. Astartes can work without sleep, but mortals always have to eat, drink and shit. The current estimate of the Snow Palace's survival material reserves can still be used for 2 months, but ammunition is relatively tight, especially heavy ammunition, which can only last for a month at most under the current defense pressure. Fortunately, the total output power of the reactor below the Snow Palace has been increased by 170% after the mechanical cult’s improvement, so there is no supply problem for energy weapons for the time being."

At this time, Metellus asked:

"Since the first Tyranid creature landed, we have been holding on for 26 standard Terra days, right?"

Sotha Nul nodded.

"Yes."

"How much longer do we need to hold on?"

"It depends on the speed of the Malakim brothers."

Although everyone had no questions before the war, after truly seeing the Tyranids' high-intensity offensive rhythm, many Space Marines also had some wavering. After all, it is difficult to feel safe when entrusting one's life completely to another person.

Metellus's confidence was obviously not as strong as it was at the beginning. He hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly:

"If there are any accidents over there... what should we do here?"

Sotha Nul noticed that Seth and others were looking at him. Although they had no expression, they were obviously concerned about this issue. After all, to put it bluntly, even the most warlike Chapter Master always has to consider the survival of the Chapter. No one really wants to lead the entire Chapter to die on a battlefield.

This has nothing to do with bravery or cowardice, but the responsibility that the Chapter Master must shoulder.

But Sotha Nul showed extreme confidence, and even answered this question with a smile on his face.

"No matter what happens, I guarantee that everyone can leave this world safely. As long as we hold on, there will be a way, but I believe even more that the sons of Sanguinius will never be late, whether it is ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later."

Seeing him so confident, Metellus didn't say anything and nodded.

"Then let us destroy more aliens for the Emperor!"

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Hayes had just returned to his company, entered the tent, sat on a chair he didn't know where he got it from, put a can in his backpack, and put another one on the small table. Just as he was about to pry open the can to fill his stomach, Little Feton rushed in like a whirlwind, followed by several people.

"What's wrong?"

Hayes was stunned for a moment, stopped the can opener in his hand, and wondered what this guy was going crazy about again.

Little Feton ran to him with a look of surprise, then bent down and held Hayes's arm.

"Uncle, I'm not going to be a medic anymore, give me a company commander to be!"

"Hiss, what are you going crazy about?"

Hayes shook off his hand, then continued to open his can, then lit the portable stove, and put the opened can on the fire to bake. Soon a strong aroma came out.

Although I feel that no candidates should be reading novels at this time, I still wish all readers who take the college entrance examination a successful start and a place on the gold list.